The Zombie Emergency Relief Organization spotlights one of our precious zombie children weekly to help fight zombie prejudice and remind our readers that a child is a child, no matter the state of their decomposition.
Valentina, our little Russian doll, has suffered more than most. The privileged, only child of a Moscow millionaire, Valentina was sent to the United States at the tender age of eight to attend a prestigious New York boarding school. Her father, fearful of her safety, sent three bodyguards to protect her and kept a private jet on standby to return her to Moscow at the first sign of unhappiness or trouble.
Valentina, who dreamt of becoming a fashion designer, loved New York City and, though her father missed her terribly, she kept in touch with daily Skype calls and he visited as much as his busy schedule allowed. After four years of living in the States, he let his guard down. And then the Great Infection occurred.
Even if her father’s jet had remained on standby, poor Valentina would not have withstood the onslaught of her three ex-KGB, flesh-eating bodyguards. What was first diagnosed as “roid rage,” turned out to be New York’s first zombie diagnoses. The bodyguards inadvertently injected themselves with tainted testosterone and relegated Valentina to a state of chronic decomposition. By the time her father arrived at her bedside in New York, the CDC was already involved. There weren’t enough rubles or threats to make them surrender custody of Valentina to her father. Fearful of an international incident, a deal was struck. Valentina would be transported to our facility.
When her father sent a contingent of mercenaries to rescue her, our impeccable security measures paid off in a way we’d never anticipated. They quickly realized the impossibility of their task and Valentina’s father came to accept that she would never return to Moscow. Instead, he turned his efforts to making sure his daughter received the best care his money could buy.
For her part, Valentina easily adjusted to our facility. Her experience at the boarding school had provided her with all of the necessary coping skills to live in shared housing. In the girl’s dorm, she is the resident fashion expert and delights in having impromptu fashion shows, using her dorm mates as models. Though none of them walk the runway like a pro, Valentina’s enthusiasm is infectious and the other zombie kids eagerly line the runway to watch the shuffling. Her father has installed a state of the art sound and light system to duplicate the runway fashion shows that Valentina once so eagerly watched in New York. For her birthday, he flew out a prominent deejay as well as an assortment of supermodels so Valentina could view the latest fashions. His love for her continues in spite of the fact he can never hold her in his arms, nuzzle his head against her long, dark hair, and tell her he loves her without risking a bite.
Don’t wait for the zombie apocalypse, this Valentine’s Day take a moment to tell those you love and care about exactly how you feel.
Happy Valentine’s Day from your friends at the Zombie Emergency Relief Organization. We feed the zombies so you won’t have to.